DRAWING & PAINTING
I remember the first time I found myself thinking I actually didn't know how to draw... It was my first year of Fine Art at university and we were all sitting in this big room looking at skeletons and bones, trying to understand how things connect, to later on work on live model drawings... Up to that point I had been fairly confident in my capacities.... It took me a few years to reconnect to the process of drawing and to feel at ease again with it, as I was passing through the struggles of learning again how to look, perceive and translate onto the page... It all seemed very rigid until I started my third year and I realised that drawing could be more, so much more.... it could be using hair as lines and stains of wax, coffee and betadine... And from then I couldn't stop. I realised how those years of work helped me understand and gave me the freedom I feel today when I stare at a blank piece of paper.
Anything is possible.
I always come back to drawing.... when I am tired and need to reflect... often just pen and paper... always a book in my pocket... a sort of energy gathering and a way of release. A language, easier than writing words, where anything can happen....
